Mo Zen knelt on the cold floor, his forehead damp with sweat, voice shaking as he spoke. "Aunt, I truly tried my best. I hired the assassin you told me to. Mo Ying went missing for two months, everyone thought he was dead. But he came back… injured, yes, but alive. I even tampered with his medicines while he was being treated, yet he still survived. There was nothing else I could do."
Madame Mo sat back in her chair, eyes narrowing dangerously. "Nothing else you could do?" Her voice dripped with venom. "You useless brat! You couldn't even get rid of one man who was already half-dead! Do you even know how much silver and effort I wasted on your stupidity?"
Mo Lan, seated beside her, let out a cold laugh. "Brother Zen, maybe you should stop calling yourself a man if you can't even finish a simple task. No wonder Grandmother never looks your way."
